Tell me some teatime 2 sentence horror stories.

It was teatime. I opened the biscuit tin and a swarm of spiders crawled out.

I opened the old book at teatime. The pages whispered my name in a voice that wasn't there.

Teatime came. As I reached for a biscuit, a cold finger tapped my hand from under the plate.

One: The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door. Two: I woke up to find 'You are next' written on my mirror. I live alone.

Here's another. 'The old house was empty. I walked in, the floorboards creaking. A photo on the wall showed a face that looked like mine. The lights flickered. When I looked back at the photo, the face was gone.'

The old house stood alone. Creaking noises filled the night. I saw a shadowy figure. It vanished when I blinked.

She heard a knock on the door. No one was there when she opened it. But there were wet footprints leading inside.

One sentence horror story: I woke up in the middle of the night, and there was a figure at the foot of my bed. When I turned on the light, it was still there. It was my own reflection, but I was still in bed.

One story could be: 'I heard a knock on the door at midnight. When I opened it, no one was there, but I felt a cold hand on my shoulder.'

A third story could be 'I walked into the abandoned house. The moment I stepped in, the door slammed shut and the walls began to ooze blood.' The idea of being trapped in a place where something so grotesque as walls oozing blood occurs is terrifying. It plays on the fear of being in an unknown and dangerous situation, which is a common theme in horror.